Placid Chang'an

Su Cen came out of Wen's residence angrily all the way, walking with wind in his eyes, and even the servants guarding the door avoided being implicated.

Zheng Yang followed closely and scolded all the way, "When my uncle was in power, these people couldn't even get in line after carrying shoes. Now when they see my uncle lose power, they come to make trouble. If you don't dare to confront Li Sheng, just say so. What kind of stupid reason did you find to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. This will set up the team in advance, and we don't know who will win and who will lose!"

Near the carriage, Su Cen suddenly stopped and looked up suddenly.

Zheng Yang was alert: "What's wrong?"

Only then did Su Cen lower his eyes, lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.

Su Cen remained silent until the carriage went far away, Zheng Yang enlightened him: "You don't have to be angry, his surname Wen is not the only family in the court, he dare not stand up, so naturally someone else will stand up to speak for my uncle. Today is just the beginning, just wait, there will definitely be someone playing tomorrow.”

Su Cen nodded, the hostility in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the usual peace, "Don't you think Wen Xiu's attitude today is very strange?"

"Strange?" Zheng Yang was taken aback for a moment, "What's so strange?"

Su Cen said: "He refused too simply."

"Simply? Look at his eagerness to go to Li Sheng, isn't it just a fake?" Zheng Yang said disdainfully.

Su Cen pondered for a moment, "But Wenxiu is not a fledgling junior after all. The Wen family has been officials for generations, and they have long been familiar with officialdom routines. You should know that adhering to the golden mean is the best choice at this time. Besides, even if Wen Xiu accidentally went the wrong way, what about the old man, let him do this nonsense?"

Zheng Yang thought about it carefully, and now he came back to his senses, "What you said is also reasonable, could it be just like what Wen Xiu said, that Li Sheng was the one who sowed discord and framed my uncle for harming sister Wen?" ?”

"Then it doesn't make sense," Su Cen said, "Miss Wen has been dead for more than ten years. It is suspicious to be brought up suddenly at this moment, and after Wen Xiu finds out, if he doesn't go to the prince to verify it, he won't. Reported the case and sent someone to investigate, so I just believed what Li Sheng said? He refused simply and neatly, which made people suspicious. And have you noticed that there are a few people who have been wandering around the gate of the Wen Mansion, staring at us from the moment we entered the mansion. We are."

Zheng Yang nodded, "At first I thought it was a pedestrian hawker, but they were still there when we came out."

"Miss Wen..." Su Cen frowned and pondered for a moment, "Wen Xiu wants us to find out the cause of Miss Wen's death?"

"But time is already so tight, how can I have time to worry about other cases?"

"If you don't check...you can ask..." Su Cen raised her eyes, "I don't believe that no one really knew the cause of Miss Wen's death back then."

Zheng Yang raised his head: "Ask who? Uncle?"

Su Cen shook his head lightly, and then told the driver: "Go to the prison."

The sky was already getting dark, and due to the unshakable curfew system in Chang'an City, pedestrians were in a hurry, and small vendors on the street were busy packing up their stalls and going home.There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and the two of them were hidden in the deep darkness, thinking about each other.

"Do you think little uncle will be fine?" Zheng Yang was the first to break the silence.

Su Cen was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses. He knew what Zheng Yang was thinking, and with just the two of them, could they really investigate that old case in just a few days?He was full of enthusiasm when he promised Li Sheng at that time, but now he gradually felt the smell, and often had heart palpitations for no reason, and he broke out in a cold sweat at night.He has already messed up the matter once, last time Li Shi was carrying it for him, if he made another mistake this time, it would be a disaster.

Zheng Yang also knew that these words were a bit embarrassing, but he was also uncomfortable in his heart, entangled like a mess, and needed someone to be his support and keep him going.

In the past, this person was a little uncle and concubine, relying on the advantage of his birth, he was able to walk sideways in this Chang'an city, but one day the sky fell and dark clouds overwhelmed the city, now all he can count on is Su Cen.

"Our subject is really ill-fated. I still remember that during the imperial examination, you, me, and Cui Hao stood in front of the main hall of Hanyuan Hall, awarded the first grade, and received the admiration of scholars all over the world. Eyes," Zheng Yang sighed softly, "I am the only one who is still struggling in this court hall."

"Speaking of Cui Hao, he was the first to leave, but now it seems that he is the wisest one," Zheng Yang smiled helplessly, "Old Chen is dead, Xiang Liu is dead, Brother Feng is also dead, Who knows whose turn it will be next. If I had known that the court would be in such a mess, it would be nice to guard an acre of Susukida like Cui Hao and live a stable life."

"Yes," Su Cen said suddenly, with his fingertips sunk deeply in his palm, but he unconsciously stared at the thick darkness in front of him, trying to see some light from it, "as long as it's not the prince's doing." , I will find out."

The carriage fell silent again for a while, and the carriage rumbled past on the Qingshi Road, but the speed became slower and slower, so that it finally stopped slowly.

Calculating the itinerary, he should have not reached the place yet, and there was a lot of voices outside the car. Zheng Yang lifted the curtain of the car and asked the driver what was going on.

The coachman was also stretching his neck to watch, and when he saw Zheng Yang coming out, he hurriedly turned his head and said, "There seems to be something wrong ahead, the carriage can't move."

Zheng Yang frowned, and was about to tell the coachman to go around the alley, but suddenly his expression froze, and he hesitated for a moment: "Huang Wan'er?"

Su Cen waited in the car for a while without seeing anything, so he came out to ask, and saw Zheng Yang raised his hand and pointed to the person standing in the middle of the crowd, and asked, "Do you think that is Huang Wan'er?"

Su Cen followed Zheng Yang's direction and looked over. The person in front was wearing a big cloak with snow fox lining, standing under the teahouse and looking up. He could not be Huang Wan'er who he rescued from Caotang Temple that day.

With this hesitation, there was a carriage behind him, and it was too late to turn around.

Su Cen waited and watched for a while, but the crowd still had no intention of dispersing, so he got out of the car and said to Zheng Yang, "Let's go and have a look."

It was only when the two of them got close that they figured out that it was Miss Huang who took her son to the street to buy food, but they didn't expect her son to be stopped on the way.This guy was also rich and powerful, he was occupying a teahouse, and there were two guards with swords at the door, so he took his son into the teahouse in broad daylight.

I didn't pay attention in the carriage just now, but when I got closer, I heard a few faint cries of children from the teahouse.

Seeing Su Cen, Huang Wan'er's eyes lit up, she took two steps forward, and said "Brother Su", she caught a glimpse of Zheng Yang who was at the side and hurriedly changed her address, bowed briefly to the two of them, "I have seen you, Mr. Su. "

Huang Wan'er lived in Su Zhai for a few days, and always followed Qu Ling'er to call him Brother Su. Su Cen smiled helplessly, "We haven't seen each other for a year, why are we still alive?"

"Brother Su," Huang Wan'er immediately changed her name, but she was only happy for a moment, and immediately collapsed, "Brother Su, save Qiong'er."

At the same time, the window on the second floor of the teahouse suddenly opened, and a familiar face appeared behind the window, holding a crying child in his arms.The man raised his eyebrows and looked downstairs with a smile: "Susu, it's been a long time."

"...Song Fan." Su Cen frowned involuntarily, he had a kind of resistance to this name from the bottom of his heart, his limbs and bones felt cold like being crawled over by a cold-blooded animal.

"Qiong'er!" Huang Wan'er immediately burst into tears.

Song Fan ignored Huang Wan'er and waved at Su Cen, "Do you want to come and see my son?"

Su Cen looked at Huang Wan'er who was helpless at the side. Although she resisted in her heart, she still nodded and agreed: "I'll go and have a look."

"Brother Su." Zheng Yang stopped him.

Su Cen turned around and patted on the man's hand, and said, "Go to Dali Temple and find Mr. Zhang."

Sure enough, the guard at the door didn't stop him. Seeing Su Cen's figure disappear step by step on the stairs leading to the second floor, Zheng Yang flicked his sleeves and stomped his feet, and hurried back to fetch the rescuers.

It was cold and windy outside, but it was as warm as spring in this teahouse.Su Cen went upstairs and saw Song Fan sitting with a child in his arms. The child looked like Zhou Zheng, with Huang Wan'er's appearance on his mouth and face, but his eyes followed Song Fan's, and his face was disfigured from crying. , looked quite pitiful.The table in front of him was full of exquisite snacks, but they hadn't been touched.

Song Fan nodded his chin to signal Su Cen to sit down, then lifted the child up by pinching the child's armpit, "Look, my son."

The child stretched out his little arms and legs and tossed a few times in the air, crying even louder.

Just as Su Cen was about to reach out to take the child down, Song Fan took him back into his arms, frowning and digging out his ears, "Crying, crying, you know how to cry, can children cry like this?"

Su Cen frowned, "You hurt him."

"Yo, I can't see that you understand children too." Song Fan's eyes and brows were full of smiles, "Could it be that in Yangzhou this year, you only cared about getting married and having children?"

Turning her head and smiling again, "Oh, I forgot, you like men, but men can't give you children."

Then he took out a brown sugar shortbread and stuffed it into the child's mouth, "Stop crying, eat something to cover your mouth."

The child was crying with his mouth open, but suddenly his mouth was filled with shortbread crumbs, and he choked in his throat, and his crying turned into a sharp coughing sound.

Su Cen stood up immediately, "This is your biological son."

Song Fan's smile remained undiminished, and he casually put down the shortbread with snot and tears sticking to it, and said with a smile, "Yeah, who would have thought that I would earn a son in the end."

Su Cen said coldly: "You were the one who almost trapped Huang Wan'er and your son to death in the well."

"That's why I want to thank you." Song Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled, pouring a cup of hot tea for Su Cen himself, "Come, replace wine with tea, I thank you."

Su Cen looked coldly at the cup of tea that Song Fan was brewing, and white mist rose up, obviously the temperature was not low.

He was already repulsed by what Song Fan handed over, so naturally he refused to accept it.

Song Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't drink it, how about I ask my son to drink it for you?"

Su Cen stood in a stalemate with Song Fan for a moment, then raised his hand to grab the cup of hot tea at the corner of the table and drank it down in one gulp.

The scalding hot tea burned the tip of the tongue and throat slightly numb, and Su Cen didn't taste what kind of tea it was until he swallowed it.

Song Fan smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand and pinched the soft and tender face of the child for a moment, then said: "Huang Wan'er named my son Huang Boqiong, I don't like it, Susu, you are the number one scholar, why don't you come and give my son a name?" Get one."

While talking, there was a sudden burst of damp heat on his legs, Song Fan stood up suddenly, and saw that his clothes were mostly wet, and the child stared at him innocently, sparing no effort to spray the last bit of urine on him.

Song Fan: "..."

Su Cen's expression froze, fearing that Song Fan would do something to the child, he hurried forward to snatch the child before Song Fan recovered, so that he could protect him in his arms.

Song Fan was stunned with empty hands, but he didn't get angry. He frowned and shook his smelly clothes, and called another servant, forcing that person to change clothes with him.After packing up, she wanted to take the child from Su Cen's arms, but Su Cen refused to give it anyway.

Song Fan approached step by step, "This is my son."

Su Cen stepped back step by step protecting the child, "Did you give birth to this child, or did you call you Daddy? Why do you say he is your son?"

Song Fan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. He started crying when he held the child, but forgot to let him call daddy, and stared at him fiercely. The child was finally born safely in Su Cen's arms. Stared at by Song Fan, he almost cried again.

Seeing the railing on the second floor behind him, there was no way to retreat, so Su Cen could only hold the child tightly in his arms.

All of a sudden, the door of the teahouse was pushed open from the outside, and a group of officers and soldiers poured in. Zhang Jun followed closely, saw the situation upstairs and waved his arms, "Why are you still standing there, take someone!"

The officers and soldiers immediately rushed up and surrounded Song Fan.

Song Fan smiled coldly, "I'm the eldest son of Prince Yu's mansion, how dare you arrest me?"

Zhang Jun slowly walked up the stairs, "You are the one who is arrested. If you are not arrested in the street, who will you arrest?"

"I am the child's father."

Zhang Jun straightened his stomach and smiled, "The father of this child is the young master of the Marquis of Ding'an. The marriage was bestowed by the Holy Majesty himself, are you?"

He turned his head and ordered: "Arrest him."

Song Fankong has a whole body of abilities, and he can't use them in such a small area, so he can only catch them with nothing.A pair of eyes looked at Zhang Jun not to be outdone, and the people who watched felt a chill for no reason.

But Zhang Jun was unmoved, "Other yamen dare not arrest you, but Dali Temple dares to arrest you. Even if you can only be locked up overnight, I will extinguish your arrogance and take you away!"

Su Cen came downstairs to return the child to Huang Wan'er, Huang Wan'er wept with joy, took the child and looked at it again and again to make sure that there was no trauma on the person, so she was relieved.

He also remembered that when the child was first born, he had recognized Su Cen as his godfather, he hugged the child and said, "Come on, Qiong'er, call me Daddy."

The child looked at Su Cen timidly, and called out childishly, "Daddy."

The voice was not loud, but Song Fan, who happened to be escorted away by the way, heard it, and immediately lost his composure, "Why does he call you daddy!"

Su Cen signaled Huang Wan'er to take the child and leave first, then turned around and faced Song Fan, "It doesn't matter who he calls Daddy, as long as it's not you."

"Don't be complacent," Song Fan suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "Do you know why we let you investigate Li Shi's case?"

Su Cen was taken aback, and Song Fan took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in his ear, "Because we didn't do this."

Su Cen swayed slightly, and Song Fan's voice was light and ethereal, as if he had been poisoned, "So this case is either true, or Li Shi asked for his own death, and we are at best just adding fuel to the flames. Help us Once we’ve checked it out, we can do it with confidence.”